Starring/directed/written by: Morgan Spulock
with Morgan Spurlock
Speaking? Super Size Me is McBrilliant and may be one
of the most important documentaries you'll ever see. What's it
McTake to stop us from inhaling foods that we know are no good
for us - especially when being bad tastes so good? Filmmaker
Morgan Spurlock's witty, deceptively intelligent, look at mega-corp
McDonald's fast food empire will snap you out of your food frenzy
- but fast. By the end of this super sized bit of educational
entertainment you'll sit in utter disbelief that, 1. We allow
ourselves to be hoodwinked so easily, and 2. That somehow McCorporateBigWigs
didn't crush this man and his small fry film into special
a consumer, Morgan Spurlock, decides he's none too keen on McDonald's
and their osmosis into society. They were the pre-Starbucks, pre-Walmart,
original behemoths that paved the way for corporate bullies everywhere
and standardized our "home towns" into cookie-cutter
plains of logo filled strip malls.
starts their life-long marketing strategy on our young
them with cackling purple velvet clad actors, and hamburger shaped
muppets baring fat-filled gifts, while block-buster toys provide
sub-advertising inside artistically appealing McBoxes. The childrens'
small minds are unaware of the subliminal messages they're being
fed as they frolic within the ergo dynamic McPlayground's funlands
sliding straight into the belly of the beast - the corporate beast.
how brainwashed into unhealthy McIndulging are we as a nation?
Well, Spurlock stops an average American family in front of the
White house and asks them to recite our 'Pledge of Allegiance'
and burps riddle the familiar tune as they sadly whimper through.
But when he asks them to croon McDonald's "Special Orders"
jingle their faces light up and the group seamlessly wail the
ditty complete with choreographic accents their minds filled with
happy (engraved) memories of special outings with fries and hamburgers
capping a fun-filled day
at least that's how they remember
it! (<- Dadadum - insert evil music here please).
weaves his non-fiction tale with himself as the center of the
consuming mayhem. This brave soul has decided - for the good of
his film - he'll eat nothing but McDonald's for thirty days. He
can diversify only within Ronald's realm of choices - and if a
counter pusher asks him if he'd like to "super-size"
he will- every time. He's going to find out if the food is actually
good for you
in any little way
since we eat so very
much of it.
starts by heading to the doctors. He's in very good shape and
three separate specialists document his journey to the belly of
the bulge. He notifies McDonald's Headquarters (to deaf ears)
of his intensions, he travels across the country ordering up a
McStorm, err, McFlurrie of foods all off the menu all day long.
He doesn't technically "over eat" yet still the jolly
jiggle seeps into his pores.
expected Spurlock adds a McHefty bit of blubbery poundage to his
strained, FDA unapproved body. There's a helluva lot of sodium,
cholesterol and unpronounceable mixed in between those to savory
buns he's now living on after all!
unexpected is Spurlock's body's toxic reaction to the food chain's
fare. Granted one doesn't usually eat McBurgers three times a
day - but as we learn McDonald's is visited by what the corporation
themselves calls "Heavy Users," or more delicately said,
people who McPigOut multiple times in a week way more than we'd
care to think
or perhaps admit? But even so the food is completely
disposable, unredeemable empty intake. Think you're safe with
the harmless fruity yogurt parfait? Think again my pretty!
expression "suffering for one's art" is pushed to the
limits here as you find yourself begging Spurlock to just stop
killing himself - literally - with McValue Meals and McIngredients
from hell. Meanwhile, artist satirist Ron English supplies these
evil McPaintings of Ronald McDonald-like dominions in less than
McHappy tableaus that just make you cringe in fear when they flash
across the screen.
Size Me should be mandatory viewing in our schools and screened
on citywide television portals for all citizens within a ten-mile
radius of the "golden arches" of doom. For now, just
remember fast food restaurants are not meant for everyday
recommendation: An organic baby leaf salad, tossed with carrots,
a fresh squeezed lemon atop with a drizzle of extra virgin olive
oil, with a bottle of spring water - made at home where you can
monitor the McExtra ingredients you're adding..